Dear father
I am not good at expressing my feeling, thought, emotion in my mother tongue. It's not like I dislike my mother tongue or something. I just can't...
I don't know I am the monster from beginning or I gradually turning into it after all this time.
You are not good and you pointed a knife at mum. Your behavior is bad and impolite. You washed all of that with the word "psychotic ". You said you are a bit crazy, psychotic, something like that. You said you are not as normal as human should be.
Well, you know, I am your daughter. So if you had it, then I had it too. I am scared. Really scared. I don't know what to do. I think I am heartless, merciless person. And how hard I try to not being vicious, I just feel tired and annoyed. If you two can get along well then break up. I don't mind or even care. If you can pee all the shit of you in peace, I want, I will, I gonna, I. Kill. Kill all. If you harm anyone. I will kill all. I will drag everybody down to hell with me. I will destroy every thing. Just don't touch mom or harm yourself. I will be broken. And fall into the darkness. Please don't.
A few time I want to make you unable to move for the rest of your life. Just to make sure a happy life for me. Don't care about what to make you unable to move or how make you become that condition. I know that's too vicious but I scared. I should't think that. But I...
I don't know that "psychotic " you said before is the curse or the rescuing with me. Because of it, I became this monster or I am just nothing but monster from beginning. And with it, I can blame for them. Because I am crazy, psychotic like my father. My mind is not so normal as it's should be, so all of you can't blame me about anything. I am good person. Just have a bad mind. Good person...
I am sorry.
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Buổi sáng sau hôm tôi khiến mình chết đi, tôi đã cố gắng mọi cách để đừng chết, nhưng tôi đã không thể nào dừng lại được việc mà mình đã bắt đầu.
